Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the

stared at Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but

gently, “I am

Berthold relaxed, closing

ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned to his

murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom

“You’re afraid now?”

He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out of consideration for

long silence, he gently stepped on the

later, the car slowly pulled

The sound of the opening. and closing

stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold,

for

sleep

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again,

his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy

was too soft, or the day had been too long,

a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling

faces, fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark

felt his heart soften at the

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after

aback, wore her guilt

Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the

came out more vulgar than he

said softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll

her a fierce

now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I

tense look

Melora. I’ll head

agreed with a

addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on one another for

to do? After all, I am

Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let

to step out, Melora held

of emotion washed over

reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother

out in a

gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need

Melora nodded.

then went to prepare the snack. By the time everything was ready,

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant

Crystal noticed.

in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here is your

down and began to

the chatterbox who

kept

filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve

could she dwell on

years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance

times together. However, they were swept away by the winds of

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still

Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time

voice, Crystal said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he

poor girl

went to see Henry in the

the heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a

the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was

closed the door behind her, walked to the window,

“You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid of

her in

other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat

out the cigarette

failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the

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